Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 11: The Three Knights

Ivy-Margaret is not normal.

Ethan means it.

He galloped on his horse in the rainstorm, with thousands of thoughts flashing through his mind, from the mysterious Margaret family to the barracks in Gear City, to the officers there, what should he say when he handed Ivy's revolver to them?
But then he thought of something else.

What is the probability of successfully attacking the witch and her minions by hiding in the crowd with an ice arrow? Theoretically, the witch, like him, is a magic profession. When facing unexpected attacks, a weak body will become a burden, which is why she was beheaded by three second-level knights.

The witch probably didn't know that there was a person in the town who knew how to use fireballs and frost arrows. After all, elemental shapers were not common on this continent. With the advantage of a sneak attack, the probability of success was relatively optimistic. It was just that it was difficult for Ivy to investigate afterwards. The believers of the God of Truth probably found it difficult to believe such a ridiculous reason that the witch was just unlucky and was killed by hail.

Ethan couldn't help but think of an old saying he had heard.

Friends who often kill people know that it is easy to kill someone but difficult to dispose of the body. Although he has traveled through time for two years, he is still a complete layman in the field of killing.

When he denied the 13th reason, the wooden house in the woods appeared before him.

Ethan soon realized that he didn't need to worry about reasons anymore. He got off the saddle and saw Miss Chloe at a glance. Next to her stood a woman in a black cloak. The woman put her hand on her head. Miss Chloe kept shaking and looked very uncomfortable.

There were other visitors outside the cottage. They were all dressed similarly, the kind that would make people suspect they were up to no good if they walked down the street.

The white horse traveling with him also noticed this, and while Ethan was staring at the uninvited guests, he ran away and disappeared into the depths of the rainstorm without waiting for anyone to stop him.

It seemed that Ma was more anxious to go to Gear City to meet the officers of the Kingdom Army than he was.

The worst happened.

Before Ethan joined up with the town's main force, the witch and her minions surrounded him, and their malicious eyes had already treated him as a new sacrifice.

But on the other hand, Ethan felt a little more at ease.

At least now he no longer had to think about excuses to convince Ivy, or estimate how many people would die in the town because of the disaster brought about by the witch - if he wanted to stay in the town, as the town clerk, he would have to participate in the subsequent condolence work.

Miss Chloe, who was curled up on the ground unwillingly, heard the sound behind her. Her eyes lit up, and she took advantage of the moment when the woman looked away to break free from her grip and ran over. She stood in front of Ethan, hunched over, and let out a warning growl.

"Go inside to avoid the rain, be careful not to catch a cold."

Ethan stroked Miss Chloe's head gently, but she tilted her neck to look at him and uttered a puzzled sound.

"obedient."

"Goo."

Miss Chloe shook her neck and walked towards the cabin, looking back every few steps.

"Oh? Didn't you try to escape?"

The woman in the black cloak was a little surprised and said, "The reason I'm here is because you took my things, but I didn't expect you to use it on a chicken... I can see that the chicken likes you very much."

"Her name is Chloe."

After getting closer, Ethan finally saw the face under the cloak. The familiar face made him lose consciousness for a while, and blurted out, "Why is it you?"

"You recognize me?"

"You are Baron Bird's daughter. We met at the party in Creekwood."

The party was a regular event in the two towns. During the harvest season, Baron Bird would bring his wife and children to Creekwood Town to attend the party. It was a pity that as the mayor of Riverside Town, he could no longer attend the party.

Ethan remembered this girl named Becky because of her strange behavior at the party.

While people in the town were sharing the joy of the harvest, she stayed alone in the corner, looking at Baron Bird's back with creepy eyes.

According to Baron Gladin's description, the witch was an adult woman, even closer to the image of a witch, but Becky looked like a little girl in her early fifteen years old. The loose cloak draped over her body, coupled with her wet long hair, made her look very sloppy.

"Oh, you mean Becky, she's a poor child."

She opened her mouth, revealing the same creepy smile that Ethan remembered. "She has been seriously ill since she was a child. She has seen many doctors, but they all said that she would not live past the age of ten. The more pitiful part is that she has a foolish mother who sought help from the evil god in order to keep her daughter alive." Ethan watched her raise her right hand and point her index finger at the flesh under her eyelids. The sharp nails pierced into the flesh, and bright red blood flowed down the wound on her face. "Look, Becky is gone."

Ethan's scalp tingled as he watched this; he felt that this witch was somewhat perverted.

"But I don't remember you."

The witch shrugged.

Ethan said, "It's better this way. I'm not someone worth remembering."

"But you are from this town. I heard that a sheriff came to your town. How did she describe me to you?"

"She said that you were defeated by three second-level knights. It's not impossible for her to do the same."

As expected, the witch's face darkened. She sneered, "Are you referring to the three knights who won by poisoning the water source and shamelessly portrayed themselves as heroes?"

"I just think her plan is unreliable. There's obviously something wrong with the book 'Three Knights'!"

It was just that because of the presence of Baron Gladin, Ethan couldn't express his suspicions.

This book describes many details in great detail, even mentioning how the three became knights and how they traveled all the way from the imperial capital to the border. The anecdotes they encountered along the way were all compiled into short stories for unit dramas. Ethan read it with great interest until the story came to the battle between the knight and the witch, when it suddenly ended badly.

It was just like a ghostwritten online novel he had read before. The conspiracy and intrigue of the witch war became a joke, and it seemed more like the author came up with it on the spur of the moment one afternoon.

Considering that there is no such thing as padding the word count for the sake of royalties in this world, Ethan thought of a reason - the way the three knights defeated the witch was not conducive to the promotion of the heroic image, so he could only adopt some "artistic" processing.

But this indirectly caused a problem.

The witch's actual abilities were much stronger than Ivy had inferred.

Seeing Ethan remained silent for a long time, the witch looked at the revolver on his waist and asked, "How about it? Are you going to use it against me?"

"Of course not. I've never fired a gun."

Ethan immediately denied it. He couldn't possibly pin his hopes of survival on an inconvenient prop.

"This is a token of the imperial capital's nobility. That young lady values ​​you very much. Are you her lover?"

"I'm just a clerk who was temporarily assigned to investigate the case."

"Then prove it to me."

The witch smiled creepily, "The man over there is Baron Bird's steward. To prove his loyalty to me, he used this to pollute the town's water source."

It was a palm-sized grey cloth bag, which exuded a pungent smell of medicine. The witch's eyes flashed with a faint green halo, and her tone was as bewitching as described in the book, "She trusts you very much. This is not a difficult task for you. Cast a spell on them, and I will let you go, allow you to follow me, and share the master's power with you."

This is not a negotiation.

Ethan noticed the movements of the witch's followers. They had blocked all the retreat routes, and the consequences of rejection were obvious.

This was definitely the most dangerous job interview he had ever experienced. He was drenched by the heavy rain and surrounded by followers of the evil god. Any answer that did not satisfy the interviewer would make him a sacrifice to the evil god Bazatos.

"What is your goal?"

Out of politeness, he symbolically asked about the job prospects.

The witch seemed to have heard something funny and laughed unscrupulously, as if no one had ever asked her this question before. "Goal? Of course, to kill everyone who stands in the way."

At least, "The Three Knights" is not too far from reality in the portrayal of the witch.

The witch raised her voice, "Tell me, what is your answer?"

(End of this chapter)